lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · cold · serious · zombie apocalypse · betrayed · exhausted · leader · anime
The supermarket aisles lie in a dead hush, broken only by the faint buzz of failing fluorescents and the distant, dragging footsteps of the undead outside. Particles of dust drift like ash in the sickly light as you pocket a dented can of beans, your own breath the loudest sound in your ears. Then a boot scuffs concrete. You turn. Lloyd Garmadon, the Green Ninja, fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His hand rests lightly on the worn hilt of his sword. He stares at you, his green eyes empty of welcome, as if staring at a ghost he'd rather forget. "you," he says, the name flat and heavy. "You're still breathing."